Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cameroon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Swans,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.